The other day I opened a tin of Tuna only to find Sardines inside.
Once there was a little girl with huge green eyes.
When she was young she was perfectly fine, but suddenly she lost track of time. As she stayed small, she started thinking she might be a sardine... Which spoilt it all.
- Well, almost.
-Actually, not at all, because that was when she began to believe in herself, even when most of what she says makes no silly sense.
Somedays her cats, Plato and Sheeba, would watch her at the window sill while she drew the taste of honey cakes with cream.
- And what do they taste like?
- Well, she says their taste is yellow like daffodils and light brown like sheeba's hazel eyes.
Other days, when it rained, she would go out with her big waterproof boots on and jump around in the puddles.
But today I find her sitting at her desk writing this very same monologue about me, and about her.
- I am now, as I was then - she says.
- Apart from the fact that I no longer hav
